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This book will be filled with fangirl fantasies that may or may not be limited to being around bangtan all day and getting paid for it.
You are rich, you are cute as hell
And you're bangtan's little Stylist with a sprinkle of...
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°•》 "On the day of no more dreams,Istarted a new chapterbecauseIthought that was the only way to keep going. But on the next spring day, I found myself in a hope worldwhere my daydreamsdidn'tmock my reality." 《•°
June
I put SeungHo's plate in front of him and sit to continue, "go on, I made this, mom's recipe," I wink and space out in thought, "so I was saying?"
He smiles at the food when he tastes it, "the band you like? BTS right."
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"Yes. I got accepted as a stylist and I went there today!"
He looks at me for a few seconds, hoping I'm joking, but I'm not. He ends up choking on his food and coughing erratically. I hurry for a cup of water and pat his back to stop the coughing. "Why would you do that?"
"I want that?" I retort.
"No, you don't! Remember what you told me about that band when you first found it? About that Kim guy?"
"The bastard?" I smile, trying to confuse him.
"What? No no, the other one, that Kim Jin something!"
I sigh and press my lips together, "Kim SeokJin." I correct. He's so worked up by now, "don't worry, I don't think he remembers me. And it's better that way, I don't get time to think about anything else while I'm at it and that's just what I need... after what happened this summer--" before I go on, he wipes mouth with a napkin and turns to me.
"You're right. You're dealing with it well, okay? Cheer up." He nods and pats my shoulder.
》》》
I lock my car after I park in front of the location BTS is performing in today. They're probably rehearsing right now, I take the back door and check a map hung on it for the room the managers told will be the dressing room. I got briefed up by the other stylists about the boys' skin types and the theme of today's performances so I should be okay. I'm not responsible for any outfits for this performance, which makes everything a little less stressful.
